"By the way, what's become of the
chap? I haven't seen him around for weeks?"
"Don't know, exactly," with some uneasiness. "He went back to
Calastia, and that's the last I heard of him."
"Calastia? I saw an item in the paper last night, to the effect that
Calastia was under quarantine. All news cut off."
The man instantly smelled a mouse. "Quarantine! Why should that
cause the news to be cut off? There's something more than quarantine
the matter, Reblong!" He began to pace the room excitedly. "I say it
again, we're fools to believe everything the commission tells us. I
think they've been hoodwinking us about long enough!"
Reblong suppressed a yawn. "I don't care if they do, old man. I'm
willing to leave it up to them to run the government."
"And that's exactly what's the matter!" cried the other. "You and
every other chap except those Ernol has taught, thinks that the
commission is God-given and can do no wrong!"
"Yes?" politely. "Maybe so; only, you can't blame us for thinking
pretty highly of a government that has done this.
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